Irony is the hygiene of the mind.
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.
What an uncertain thing, marriage – what an elusive thing, happiness!
The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.
We cannot build up the idea of the apostolate of the laity without the foundation of the liturgy.
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.
A man who is available for lunch, has no wife, is interested in everything, and talks well is socially invaluable.
Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.
We are the nation the most powerful, the most armed and we are supplying arms and money to the rest of the world where we are not ourselves fighting. We are eating while there is famine in the world.